Wang Yu looked embarrassed and said, "My name is Senior Wang Yu. I wonder if you can lend me a sword!"
What?
No sword!
The old man stared at Wang Yu with a sneer. "Are you deliberately making trouble, Xiao?"
Many people in Taiwan couldn’t help laughing at the noise.
"It’s better to be the first in this place than to go home without a sword!"
"Go home, you idiot!"
"Come home, silly!"
Many people shouted
The old man shook his head and waved his sleeve robe, so that Wang Yu would be taken there.
Wang Yu’s face changed and he said hurriedly, "I’m not here to make trouble. I forgot my sword in a hurry."
"Give him a sword!"
Suddenly, there was a voice in the old man’s mind, which made the old man’s face suddenly change. He immediately nodded respectfully at Xu and said, "Yes, Elder Lin!"
He was sweating all over. I didn’t expect even the senior Lin elder to watch the game in person.
He hurriedly shouted, "Quiet!"
The noisy crowd was instantly silent.
The old man swept Wang Yu’s heart and was shocked. I really can’t figure out the origin of Wang Yu. Actually, Elder Lin asked him to personally note who he was without a sword.
He took out the accessories he had treasured for many years and handed them over to Wang Yu with a smile. "Wang Yu, you forgot to bring your sword. It’s no big deal. I’ll give you this fairy sword."
Wang Yu hurriedly said, "I am temporarily borrowing the sword from my predecessors. How dare I ask for it from my younger generation!"
He took the fairy sword and turned to look at his opponent.
That Lin Qingjiao scanned Wang Yu’s eyes with a look of indifference. "Where are you from? Get out of here when you don’t even take your sword!"
Qiang Qiang!
He directly shot the sword light, harsh and imaginary, and in an instant, he evolved ten thousand firm but gentle ways to kill Wang Yu.
In Wang Yu’s eyes, this number of firm but gentle suddenly formed a huge green dumpling, bared its teeth and ran fiercely towards him, and his eyes pulled out a long sword and even stabbed the green dumpling eyes directly.
Lin Qingjiao’s face was shocked. Wang Yu’s attack was exactly where his swordsmanship was weak. He saw through it at a glance. He hurriedly changed his swordsmanship and evolved into a mountain, towering and sinking towards Wang Yu.
Wang Yu’s swordsmanship changed, but firm but gentle rushed to the sky to form a big river, which tumbled and roared and washed away the mountain.
Lin Qingjiao is even more surprised. The sword is constantly changing and constantly forming various powerful killing techniques. However, these killing techniques rushed out of the moment and were directly resolved by Wang Yu.
The two men confessed to each other and a hundred rounds passed in an instant.
Lin Qingjiao almost collapsed directly, and the cold sweat rolled more and more, and his face turned white. All his swordsmanship was completely resolved by Wang Yu, but Wang Yu still didn’t attack with one move.
Brush!
Suddenly, Lin Qingjiao stepped back and was soaked, his face turned pale and shook his head again and again. "If you don’t fight, I lose!"
The crowd was shocked and their eyes widened. It was hard to believe all this.
This one doesn’t even have a sword. It’s so powerful that Lin Qingjiao has to take the initiative to give up the game!
How is that possible?
Behind that has been note here a group of elders couldn’t help eyes a clot.
"See it? Brother Lin! "
A purple youth dignified asked
"It’s the most basic swordsmanship to make a mess. Who’s this … who’s handed over to the apprentice? He’s so conscious."
Brother Lin stared at Wang Yu with flashing eyes and suddenly shook his head. "I can’t see that all his swordsmanship is messy from the front. Those people are those people whose swordsmanship was split and then he learned to live."